Judge, 1883-08-11 · page 10 of 16
Judge — August 11, 1883 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This Judge magazine page contains two distinct pieces of social satire: **"A Wasted Life" (left)**: A bitter monologue by a trade dollar—U.S. currency that was devalued and rejected internationally in the 1870s-80s. The dollar personifies economic anxiety of the era, complaining it was once valuable but has been systematically debased and rejected by society. It plans to emigrate to China or petition Congress. This satirizes real economic anxieties about currency stability and worker displacement. **"Went Back on Me" (top right)**: A poem about two miners—one from Maine, one from Pike (likely Pike County, Kentucky)—who were friends until the Pike man struck it rich in Bonanza stock while the Maine man labored honestly. The Maine speaker feels betrayed by his friend's luck and dishonest profit, contrasting honest work against speculative wealth-making. Both pieces critique 1880s economic inequality: one through monetary anxiety, the other through the visible gap between hardworking laborers and lucky speculators.
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THE JUDGE. | WENT BACK ON ME. | SKETCHED FROM LIFE AND TUE BIG BONANZA. ZE months, upon the lower drift, | Jack Graves and 1 worked, shift and shift, We didn’t see each other much We had no time for talks and such; chance for intercourse was brief, r met save at relief, once or twice on Sunday bends— ymatter—Jack and I were friends, We swore suflicient And always took our sha Drank mostly at the self | Were quiet, too—as miners Stuck close, for better and for wors | Used the same room ard the same pt In one sole point we were unlike— He was from Maine, and I from Pike. nbled son I’m not the man to rile or vex; But d—n such chaps! I'd twist their necks, . —the way he acts; facts. | He made and sold a cow, lf a village block, And slapped it in Bonanza stock. This was the time that they were low while went kinder slow off work to, go to town, oe _ - —_ (I antied up to fetch him down | - > aven*Bueal/toume: | 1 worked in the deep level’s he: As WASTED “LIFE: pone wll -syen Te eowme| While he loafed round the broker's street appy until he ean get rid of me. | ser’s pup, He will even do this at a sacrifice, and will | ruggle up. Reaper, do you realize what a wasted life | frequently buy something he does not want ? Can you paint to yourself the unimagin- | for the getting me chai able longings and heart throbbings with which discourtcons F the victim of cirenmstances looks to what My blood often boils in “might hav Behold my pitiable | my ‘0 hear the contemptuous lang case. Tam still young; very young, com-| with which Lam greeted when Lam sl pared with some of my fel ¥ career down on the counte r Pat marking for ane is closed, And in all hon y it is if that were any reproach. I try to tin) Thad gabare heal be bogeut not my fault. Wherein do I differ from as I strike, as merrily and cheerily as of old, | (40 4 Sune tn Ae roug ite other dollars? I cannot Am T not | for I well know that is the only way in which | Not much; hed swallow like a sng round, as they are? Am I not as duly mint-| [can retain even th ce of currency | foey i ag Slay ateeks nd as deftly milled? Is not the lette ; he dealt in leading stock, RES EE YY SER RY weeny mem Cuantey Happock’s Dreax, after having had a bite from an eel, a pike, and a yaller dog on the game day. BY A TRADE DOLLAR es HOt NAME) Consarn his lick! He wasn’t wrong; t market came along. had too much luck, ry stock he struck, child from Pike te Teen oe AMER TRREE While, in the mi So, whi nee ek | 1 my polished surface as easy to dec \—unapprec L blasted on in, low-grade rock: | i Tt is alla myst critel, heart- m willing to buy as much as | q¢ came fae H crushing mystery, and Lain sinking under d [often try todo s AT ho aieaneat wirike vou'eee Geen, i] y sunk to eighty-five cents— pple will not have me. he tit of an ill-betenced case | H || that at one time could proudly purchase a Tush dvop ped ws déwn & Little stage: | { | dollar's worth of anything—and there isno| T think I a migrate, Surely every: |e sree tt age gheds i | knowing where the decline will stop. [am where mankind cannot be as cold and heart- | Poy pony pone: Uaek would , ] dying of decline. 1 may sink lower and us they are here. Surely there must be | ¢qan't kill ame quite—-not thea copper coin of the country. But let us hope | silver's I think I shall go to China. | Tyne my bed ab . t! | it will not be so bad as that. no—for | They say that I might do very well in that | \ nq toft st rather crooked he the honor of the silver sisterhood, let us hope | coun Alas! I have long given up myear- | X71 mach les : | i} || Emay be spared that crowning degradation, P No ehattieel - evel 2 a8 No matte nt neater wea very ‘popalar.. Iy was) born, 1 Rent up like chicken trussed and singed, } 5 have reason to suspect, on the wrong side of With head considerably dinged \ the blanket, and the impress on my face is Wa'el, it it tap p Lreas aad if it couldn't figure out Suesimpress'of the. bar sinis k Graves, it wan't of much account, ‘This was | return to the meltir against me. People of a truthful dispos is trne, but they received me with suspicion. js—and I had rather be pierced and plu Nor could I blame them, when my own fa- than go through the world with a lie | ther refused me his countenance face. "I will emigrat nition.’ They admitted that I was as ha will receive me for w some and well made as my brothers and sis- he, or I will petition C ters, and they acknowledged that, so and call myself an eighty sterling qualities were concerned, I h ? s certain advantage over them. But they did not like me. Where they could afford to do so, they refused me, and sometimes repudia- ted me altogethe receive a ch sete (oe a all nee st aes Nxtous Ixquiner” is informed that | $0 much less room for a f on my devoted head. Within the last two, Fox's Book of Martyrs docs not include any | But the chief point where we're unlike | ny } ; ) months or so I have been completely ostra- | sketch of John L. Sullivan. ECO Ee a T am naturally as all honest silver ets f Jack, the broadcloth millionaire, . n MY Owes crippled Bill his railroad fare I will go where they | And dollars, more or less, T represent mn, He had off me in his distress. 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